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MollyGoLightly
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"How many pens are broken, how many ink bottles consumed, to write about things that have never happened." --The Talmud
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al
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my life my love my happiness my friend my console my confidant my thoughts my feelings my words my life
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000712
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kim
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i wish i could sit in my house in the mountains and just write and be happy. but i don't have a house in the mountains.
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silentbob
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a lot of times i look back at stuff i've blathered on here and im ashamed. a lot of it is shit. just pointless meaningless lame shit. i wish i could take it back.
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dallas
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if you could have the power to 'take it back', then we'd have to give that power to everybody, including god. And then where would we be?
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001002
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klairchen
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*ahem*
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grendel
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borrowing a line from Ian Curtis, i can say tht i'm ashamed of the things i've been put through and ashamed of the person i am but nothing that i've said or written
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twiggie
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if i could do everything over on blather i'd write my email address everytime so i could have all of my names on the same #&*$(@^ page. sigh.
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chanaka
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ah yes twiggy!! shit! fuck! go back....email on....everything. i am scattered throughout words (ironically) but to write is to pour your soul on paper. love it
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kx21
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write no evil...
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like rain.
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to camp, to class with you. to learn, to understand the dynamics of punctuation and the importance of dialogue and the kind words of teachers and when it is all over, you are still penning excrement.
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rollins
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If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls I will write always I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you
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010822
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rollins
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If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
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020404
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rollins
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eight months is too long
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020404
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eddie
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writing is never too long a time less the pen never runs dry
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020812
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florescent light
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to write..to write... the sunset of the soul so you go out and buy the Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory DvD for your depressed boyfriend who you never really liked anyway but it's better than being alone, till you find yourself driving in your cottoncandy colored Neon peering through your rearview mirror at the sun setting making you ponder how writing feels like the sunset where day and night meet and where peacefulness and bliss disillusionment and mystery bitterness and rape meet in a windy breezy splash of toe-curling satisfaction against fuzzy blankets of enlightenment. And all is content.
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orbst
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What else is there to do?
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Bizzar
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I love to write. I love to post on blather. I guess its almost a therapy to just let my thoughts flow, and knowing that at least someone will read them. Even if that someone is a stranger. I thank anyone who reads my posts. This site is becoming my sanity.
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030322
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joda
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A letter to your president, and tell him to force China to free Tibet. Right about now, he could be saving the world, but chooses to use his power to destroy it. Ridiculous.
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Souless Wanderer
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the words flow from my heart to the page. My feeling pour out. My hopes, my dreams, my fears, my thoughts, my pain. Everything is truth. Reality at its most real. No deceptions, no lies, no covering up my dark side. I am free. No limitations, no inhibitations, its my heart, my soul. My life. Every aspect comes forth with no pretty words to dilute the harshness, no coverups to reinforce my charade. It's raw, it hurts. But it heals. It shows me for what i really am. No misconceptions, no ommissions, no trying to be someone im not. Everyday i face the world, i put on my mask of deceptions and become what is acceptable. But when i write there are no illusions. when i write i am forced to look into my soul and see ME. See me for what i really am.
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Lemon_Soda
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Shame is excepting that someone else's version of YOUR universe is better than the one YOU made. I write about that all the time...
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ferret
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sometimes it seem sas though i am a mere empty page, with somebody else's story written all over my heart.
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lab rat
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i always write but not on blather, sometimes i email people and drop lines here or there today i feel i have totally gone WACK-O i would never want everything on the same sheet of paper, don't be silly guys if you were meant to know then E.R. would be more than happy to share
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Lisa
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I just recognized that this word has been ignored here so far.. very weird, since it all is about writing..
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Spare Change
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I want to write you a novel, a sonnet, a play, a small group of letters to mark down this day. I want to compose you an elegy... in memory of us... in memory of me. I want to write a poem with rythm and rhyme... scribble a tribute, pen you a shrine. I want to set down in ink, if not stone... the things I remember and all that I've known. An epic, a pamphlet... a balled loose leaf sheet... a pen and a small space to write are all I need. I want to compose the letters in line, measuring meaning out one last time.
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040707
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cpgurrl
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i like ur poem. see blathering_poetically.
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mikes
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this is a freestyle, not verbal but written. all these words are original and definitely not bitten. i am commiting to this page and pen, full or empty respectfully is when i will stop, so now watch me bow, read me aloud, me words are proud. sometimes i stand in my body awkwardly. are you looking at me? though you can't see, only hear as i put meaning in your ear. now listen up dear, because you are likely to like this. like a lion lying in lichen. a little alliteration is a progressive poetic creation. no hesitation.
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no reason
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it feels good to write again
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scott mac.
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i can think sometimes, sometimes i can ignore the fact that as much as i retaliate and write the words which will make up my future, i am doing nothing but ensuring my place here. Can you hear me. Can you hear me. Can you hear me.
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hsg
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is blather copyrighted? are my words(?) secure?
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090119
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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